I suppose this is it
Where the ashes fly away
Where we run out of hope
Where the light fades away
I see the shadows in the hallway
Waiting to take our lives away
The shivering feeling of death
Doesn't seem so frightening
What we feel and think
Is the illusion of our desire
What we live and see
Is the desperation of reality
What we do and make
Is the illusion of satisfaction
What we realise in the end
Is the illusion of our mind